Meet Morgause. Decidedly undruidly, isn’t she? If you weren’t able to tell from her burly companion and all-too-cliche visage, she’s a Warlock. She’s also my latest level 70 character and my dedicated leather and herb farmer (gg two production tradeskills on Phaelia). So while I may take every opportunity to poke fun at just how OP Warlocks might be are, I must confess I’ve opted to “join them,” at least for brief daliances on the dark side to pick flowers and skin innocent woodland creatures.
And, before you ask, I have no intentions of switching mains. My face gets too tired from rolling across the keyboard to kill things.
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